One of Keith’s chocolate helpers is Kurt the Californian manic who looks like an all-knowing pierced sewer rat. Last night he led San Marco’s souls into a wild percussion dance under the soaking avocado trees, chanting in time with the tambourines,
‘We are the gypsies, we are the wanderers, we are the rainbows of the sky!’

If you like it, like it! If you don’t, you know what you can do? Whatever you want.